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Preach pity to the lammergeye's breast,
Make its brute claws grasp intellectual truth—
Vain strife! Yet only the subhuman nest
Bears the untrammelled vigour that can strain
To skies like some vast super-rose of ruth,
Seer suns beyond the gold of Plato's brain.
The exquisite heart, the delicate reverie gain
Miracled escape, but never the God-life's zest.
Blind hungers alone draw down transcendent things,
And we must scour the Infinite with wild wings
Spread by that giant vulture of the West!
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